"Remember the good old days," she said, as we stood under skies painted with corporate logos.
"You mean before the canopies?" I replied, half-smiling, half-sarcastic. Aren't they supposed to protect us from...
something? Or at least, offer shade from the relentless marketing sunshine?
Tours of the past with their faded photographs and dusty memories—a time before canopy politics and shadow
negotiations. Indeed a simpler age, or so they claim. But perhaps it was then, as now, we just couldn't see
for all the light-dimming drapes above us.
Interlude in a bureaucratic symphony, where shadows fill forms in triplicate: Apply for Your Shadow.
In these times, we navigate the alleys of memory as we would a labyrinth—blindly and with occasional hope.
Remember the slogan? “Beneath the canopy, we all shade.”
How prophetic it turned out, much to our irony.
And yet, even these feeble fanfares of twilight sliding on the horizon will one day compromise. Their echoes
a testament to fervent longing or perhaps just another forgotten whisper along the digital breeze.